In his hand, he rolled a smooth, grey stone. It was an anomaly—a real, river-worn stone from a time before the synth-blocks and plas-crete paved the world. It was heavy in a way that modern things weren't. It felt grounded .
In his hand, he rolled a smooth, grey stone. It was an anomaly—a real, river-worn stone from a time before the synth-blocks and plas-crete paved the world. It was heavy in a way that modern things weren't. It felt grounded . kk1024udbin verified